Final Fantasy VII: Zack/Anyone, Phone sex, Just because Part 2/2
That, Angeal well knew, might equally mean Zack was bored or aroused, both states effectively serving as his default state, and mostly disguised in exuberance. The previous shroud of silence seemed to be lifting now, and he found himself entirely aware of every sound around him; the discordant whirring of the engine and the fierce rattle of the rotors, the low buzz of conversation between the two Turks(guardsspiesenemies) in front of him, the creak of the uncomfortable plastic seat beneath him as he shifted his weight slightly, the irresistible thrum of arousal burning in his veins, and…
“Zack, what do you think you’re doing?”
“After all this time, ah, oh gods, I hope I don’t have to explain…”
The sound washed over him like a wave of heat, driving out the cold that had haunted him during the all too long weeks of the mission. He half cursed and half blessed the truly excellent technology, not to mention his enhanced hearing, which made easily audible the slick movements of flesh on flesh. His chest strained for a moment as his whole body seemed to flush with fire. Then movement from in front of him and the ice set within his veins again,
“Zack, if I find you’re finished with that before I return, then you will be repeating that exercise without completing it until I am satisfied.”
Snapping shut his PHS on that aching groan was the hardest thing he had done since he had left Midgar. Willing himself to relax, to compose himself, he turned his most expressionless face on Tseng, who returned his own a blank canvass.
The helicopter beat on against the night and Angeal waited.